Post by silverbeast on Jul 31, 2008 10:01:55 GMT -5
"Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home, swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan and what did I see? Comin' for to carry me home. A band of angels comin' after me, comin' for to carry me home." Sirithia sang as she walked through the market. Her song made her steps float above the ground an eight of an inch. She had a small purse of coins slung around her wrist, and an almost flawless apple that she had purchased in one hand.